Category: Fanfic

Communication Breakdown Yata stretched his arms out across the counter beside his till, resting his chin between them. “Is it always this dead around here?” “Just sometimes.” Totsuka smiled brightly at him from the second till, bent over with his elbow braced on his own counter and his chin resting on his upturned hand. “You’ve…

Connections The first day of class after break was, as far as Fushimi’s experience had proven, largely a waste of time. Really, if attendance wasn’t a mark that could be used to drop someone from a class, he wouldn’t have bothered going. As it was, he’d spent about half of the time his three lectures…

With Friends Like These “First day back…” Bandou sank down onto the grass with a sigh. “It’s both good and bad, you know?” Yata lowered his chopsticks, frowning in return. “What kind of attitude is that? Training under Mikoto-san doesn’t have anything bad about it!” “Says the newbie first-year,” Dewa added, raising an eyebrow when…

The Roommate It was hard to say if the light streaming into the campus security’s base of operations – which was really just one of the regular club houses, and calling it a base was idiotic – was fuelling Fushimi’s insistent headache, or if it was Awashima Seri’s disgustingly crisp voice as she reported on…

The Party College parties, Yata decided, were not nearly as awesome as he’d been led to believe. Of course, he’d probably feel differently if his friends weren’t acting like jerks. Can’t believe they all ditched me. He swallowed a mouthful of the beer he’d snagged from the fridge – another thing that wasn’t nearly as…

Yata was behaving strangely. Fushimi had noticed it almost as soon as they’d left the classroom, but it hadn’t bothered him enough to ask or even wonder about. Normally when they walked together, even if the hallway was full, Yata would be chatting just about non-stop, and Fushimi would answer him if he felt like…

It started off as one of those days. ‘Those days’ being code for a day when Yata’s nerves were on edge; just about everything irritated him, and he couldn’t help snapping at people for things that wouldn’t have bothered him otherwise. The fact that he knew the reason actually made it worse – he didn’t…

Muscle memory, Yata had noticed, was way more effective than conscious-thought memory. At least, that was how it seemed when he had Saruhiko beneath him on the bed, both of them most of the way undressed and with his fingers wandering eagerly over that smooth, pale skin. It was like they were guided by some…

He would’ve thought he was asleep and caught up in some fucked-up nightmare, if it wasn’t for two things: the pain in his ribs and head, and the fact that he was 100% sure he could never have dreamed up half the things Saruhiko had been muttering behind him. Over the course of the past…

He didn’t have enough familiarity to touch Saruhiko with any confidence, but Yata figured his enthusiasm made up for it. He’d definitely torn loose a few of the buttons on that dress shirt, but it didn’t particularly bother either of them when they were grappling on the bed, skin pressing against skin, breathing quick and…